The current is flushing me down

Low tides seemingly keep pound
No raft, not in this vile tale
I'll stick to Everything I do - I fail    

It's not so bad to lose yourself among the waves
It's not so bad to visit oblong boring graves
I can put all aside and forget my existence
I guess my heart came with a suicide resistance

The mood is uncontrollable
Slimy enzymes decay my feelings
No antibody, not in this vile tale
I'll stick to I don't look good I look pale

It's not so good to lose yourself among everyone
It's not so good to threat on yourself with a loaded gun
I can harm myself and bear the pains
I can cry endlessly and think it rains

I'm not safe where I stand
Am I the quicksand everyone's talking about ?
Nowhere to run, not in this vile tale
I can't escape from this inside-outside gale

I'll just hold a broken umbrella and pray it's all over
I'll just whisper to myself I'll come back with the rain
But I'll never come back,
Stuck between
Low tides that keep me with the higher ones
.Low tides that keep me with the higher ones